A young man in a pool of blood lies on a Persian carpet. He did not shoot himself. He was killed. But who could do this?

Detective investigation, the continuation of the classical play of Chekhov.

It turns out that each of the eight guests of the estate had its own reason to wish the death of a playwright-loser.

Even his mother, a famous actress, selfish, which few ... What can I say about others?

Lover of the mother? He could feel her son's contemptuous attitude toward herself.

His favorite girl? Women can get rid of annoyed fans, especially talented actresses.

The daughter of a teacher who adored him, but married another? I could not forgive him my first unhappy love and a joyless marriage.

Her husband, a modest rural teacher? I'm tired of listening to how his wife compares him to a talented young man.

And the manager of the estate, the retired lieutenant? The killed did not like the military.

The doctor could hardly take up his gun. I wish I could poison a proud man.

The action is developing rapidly and swiftly.

Is it possible to find a murderer?